#phoenixrising
Each morning
before the world begins its noise,
I come to this quiet corner.
Behind clear glass
a small grey rabbit keeps watch—
soft, patient,
like it understands the meaning of waiting.
Around its neck
rests your St Christopher,
the guardian of travellers,
the keeper of long roads and safe returns.
You’re not lost.
You’re not gone.
You’re simply walking
a path that bends away from me
for now.
Your picture sits beside him,
eyes bright with that fearless little smile—
the smile that reminds me
why I refuse to give up.
Because mothers are strange creatures.
We can be broken
and still stand.
Burned by the world
and still carry fire.
Maybe that’s why
they call me Phoenix.
And every day
I leave this small promise here:
A rabbit to hold your place.
A saint to guard your journey.
A picture to keep your light in this home.
Not because you’re gone—
but because one day
your footsteps will find their way
back through this door.
And when they do,
the rabbit will no longer need to wait,
St Christopher will return to your chest,
and the space I’ve kept for you
will finally be filled
by the sound of my little warrior
coming home.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
I was built from silence
and the spaces between words,
from nights where shadows spoke louder
than any hand could comfort.
I learned to move quietly,
to fold my voice into the corners,
to carry the storms
that weren’t mine to hold.
I collected shards of broken moments,
pain wrapped in whispers,
grief hidden in the edges of a smile.
I thought it made me small,
but the universe was shaping me
like fire shapes iron.
Every tear, every fear, every hidden hurt
was part of a balance I could not see:
the dark teaching patience,
the heavy teaching strength,
the silence teaching the power of a voice
that one day would roar.
I am the sum of what tried to break me,
the light I discovered in the cracks,
the fires I learned to protect
even when the world demanded stillness.
I carry my past without shame,
because each scar is a compass
that guided me here—
to a self that survives,
a self that feels,
a self that rises.
The universe whispered its lesson:
darkness and light, chaos and calm,
pain and joy—
all must exist
to create a soul that knows its own strength.
I am that balance now.
I am Phoenix.
I am rising.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
From ash I rise, from fire I breathe,
Every scar a story, every wound a wreath.
The world tried to break me, tried to clip my wings,
But I am steel, I am storm, I am everything.
Hands that hurt, hands that betrayed,
Taught me to fight, not just obey.
My heart beats armor, my eyes scan the night,
I protect what is real, I guard what is right.
Crow whispers warnings, flames answer back,
I move with instinct, never off track.
Loss, pain, fear—they sharpen my fire,
I rise from the ashes, relentless, entire.
Every fall lit a spark, every shadow a flame,
I am the fight, the fury, I am my name.
Phoenix, reborn, blazing and true,
Nothing can stop me—I rise, I pursue.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
Today was the hardest day I’ve had
And don’t try to convince me that
There is strength in every struggle
Because, when you look a little closer,
This world can be a ruthless place.
Even if
A spark of light breaks through sometimes
Relief and happiness never last.
And it’s not true that
It all starts in the mind and heart
Because
Real peace can be found
Only when a person’s surroundings are secure
It’s not true that hope survives
I’m certain you can see that
The reality
Builds
My response
It’s all outside of my control
And you will never hear me say that
Today was a good day
Now read from bottom to top.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 7:49 AM UTC
Death isn’t the end.
It’s armor coming off.
The body falls,
the soul stands
bruised,
brilliant,
remembering.
We come for lessons
too heavy to learn anywhere else.
Grief.
Betrayal.
Powerlessness.
Love that splits you open
and demands you grow.
Not punishment.
Preparation.
The strongest aren’t lucky.
They volunteered.
Some arrive quiet.
Some land like thunder —
endurance baked into their bones.
The ones who survive
what should have broken them.
The ones older
than their birth certificate.
The ones strangers pour pain into
without knowing why.
That isn’t coincidence.
That’s memory.
Some return,
not because they failed,
but because they mastered survival
and were asked to walk again
with steadier hands.
Not saviors.
Not saints.
Just warriors.
They walk through fire
without turning cruel.
They hold space
when rooms collapse.
They protect without announcing it.
They bleed quietly
and still teach others to stand.
Scars are proof, not damage.
Heavy lives are trust, not punishment.
Carry your light.
Finish your promise.
I didn’t land here by accident.
And neither did you.
Some break cycles.
Some hold the line.
Some walk into darkness
and return
with proof
it can be survived.
Call it resilience.
Call it warrior.
Call it truth.
I am not here randomly.
And neither are you.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
Life is a mirror —
what you give comes back.
I’ve walked through fire,
danced in the rain,
felt the sting, survived the pain.
Blood isn’t love.
Silence can scream.
Not everything is what it seems.
Karma waits,
clever and sly.
Every action
will return — don’t ask why.
Hard lessons burn,
but they teach.
Every heartbreak
opens a reach.
Things happen for a reason,
even chaos has rhyme.
Every fall,
every loss,
is part of your time.
The universe balances —
loss meets gain,
sunlight always
follows the rain.
I give love
even when it hurts.
Plant light
in the soil of the dirt.
Faith lifts me,
steady, strong.
A phoenix rising,
singing my song.
Life isn’t perfect —
it’s where we start.
Every trial, every twist,
shapes the heart.
What you send out
comes back in kind.
The meaning of life
is what you leave behind.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 7:23 PM UTC
i try to see
the bright side
every day,
but deep down,
i’m scared—
my nerves
frayed,
worn thin
like overused threads.
i spent years
simply surviving,
keeping my head low,
waiting
for the right timing
to make it out
unscathed.
but cuts
and scrapes
still touch the surface,
and the light
inside my heart
flickers—
on repeat.
i know
what it’s like
to feel something,
but life
isn’t fair,
and the pain
i bear
makes me question:
will i remain
broken forever?
or will i
break free
from this cycle—
free from
the fear—
and like a phoenix,
take flight,
rise from the ashes,
and finally
fix my broken heart?
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
In shadows cast by trials, a girl emerges strong,
A Phoenix rising from the embers of pain's prolonged.
Through the tapestry of time, her story is woven,
A symphony of resilience, in hardship, she's proven.
Beneath the weight of sorrow, she found her flight,
A metamorphosis of spirit, in the darkest night.
Melancholy melodies echo in her soul's refrain,
Yet from the depths, she rises, breaking every chain.
In the crucible of struggle, where tears once burned,
She, like a Phoenix, into grace, has silently turned.
Her wings, once weary, now embrace the sky,
A testament to strength, as she dares to fly high.
Through verses of agony, her rebirth is sung,
A ballad of courage from the wounds life has wrung.
In every verse, a testament to her might,
A girl reborn, a Phoenix, taking flight.
So let the embers tell of battles fought,
In the crucible of pain, a spirit sought.
For from the ashes, a girl anew,
A Phoenix, resilient, bold, and true.
Written by Layal Charara
Nights Spark
December 12, 2023
5:45PM
Dec 12, 2023
Dec 12, 2023 at 9:22 AM UTC
Feathers flown about
Dark Ravens claw their way out
Above the surface past the overbrush
Wretched, drenched, lash
Out to the epitome of darkness
The King, their Lord it is what they harness
Where the light cannot touch
Wriggling, squirming dying to clutch
Time, tied firmly to roots of their own demise
They seek solitude through a long, blistering ride
One too many flew the coop, itching to touch the sky
But home is too far away in a time not solidified
Feathers flow about in search for something new
Ravens lost in mist searching for what was never true
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC
Your soul it merges into me
The air we breath as one
In hopes we live in infamy
A future brighter than the sun
What was up is down
Clouded mind spirals away
Grasping at sanity as if it were a sound
Hoping to clutch but a word
When there's nothing left to say
How can there be so much pain
From feeling nothing at all
What once we placed upon pedestal
Now passes judgment becoming petty and small
You vowed to be eternal
So I succumb without a fear
How'd forever come so quickly?
You stand stoic, shedding not a tear
My soul had become mine again
What was cloudy is now clear
The vale of treachery has lifted
The healing had begun
Now that your finished,
I've been reborn
My future is brighter than the sun
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
I bathe in my own tears
The blood of my soul drenches my skin
Brings me back to life
Temporarily
A Phoenix
rising from her ashes
set ablaze from spontaneous combustion
The explosion floods regrets
and feeds an unseen cusp
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC